The majestic of poetry
To some is a fantasy
A realm in which
They cannot fathom to be
I myself, on the other hand
Run parallel with poetry
Poetry majestically sparkles
From time to time upon me
Sonnets and limericks
Sparkle magically into my brain
Happening when I least expect
Meteoroids falling, I run to jot them down
Before forgetfulness sets in with pain
A three line stanza sometimes is enough
To satisfy my need
Other times I must write a lot
An octave for instance may be
What I need to hit my poetic spot
Either way I dream
I too could compose
Long prophetic fantasies
Such as Homer's Iliad and Odyssey
The majestic life
Of poetry is fantasy
Thriving the heart
Which dwells within me
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
The majestic of poetry
To some is a fantasy
A realm in which
They cannot fathom to be
I myself, on the other hand
Run parallel with poetry
Poetry majestically sparkles
From time to time upon me
Sonnets and limericks
Sparkle magically into my brain
Happening when I least expect
Meteoroids falling, I run to jot them down
Before forgetfulness sets in with pain
A three line stanza sometimes is enough
To satisfy my need
Other times I must write a lot
An octave for instance may be
What I need to hit my poetic spot
Either way I dream
I too could compose
Long prophetic fantasies
Such as Homer's Iliad and Odyssey
The majestic life
Of poetry is fantasy
Thriving the heart
Which dwells within me
